Текст песни Яро Козлова - Малюю кисточкой очередной сюжет

Malyuyu brush another story,
I'm not afraid, it will be on top,
Former preach that there is no God,
At the age of stained canvas.

I draw the mountains, rivers and seas,
People grimassy anger, pain, sadness,
And I am not as if a hand,
I have someone hand over will not let go.

I draw a world in which there are no miracles,
I draw something, in that they no longer believe,
Customarily pressing to his heart krest-
The last possible loss.

And outside sparkles blue snow,
Flying snowflakes on the Rights of the snowstorm,
I know I do not believe it is a sin,
But a greater sin - in his own lies to believe.

Malyuyu brush another story,
Among other fantasies perfect,
But it is not right that there is no God,
He has in the hearts and souls will be forever.